toaster 'at" humbug.com
Baseball Toaster runs on some experimental software called Fairpole. It's still under development.
For more information, please visit the Fairpole blog, or read the FAQ.
The ball is launched, and soon our eyes project
The missile's life ahead, its quick ascent,
Its long, lingering peak, the slow descent
From grand success to accomplished respect.
But suddenly, an unexpected hand
Just reaches up and catches us off guard,
Abruptly snatching down our visions, hard:
Our dreams don't always end the way we planned.
We rage at being victims of deceit,
Misled by expectations; this foul theft
Aborts our lofty dreams, and all that's left
Is the unbearable arc, incomplete.
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